He is transformed, feels a bitter strength, and is emboldened by a youthful vigor that, at any moment, is liable to fade, and self-discipline earned by old age and a harsh life….“No, I will not escape!” he murmured to himself. “I will not try to escape….I will remain until this white hair is soaked in blood, deep red blood that will spring out of the countless wrinkles in my skin. I will not let disgrace stain my forehead. Let the resistance begin.”
